For those of you who follow my blog, I am sorry to tell you that we had to return Greta, our rescue dog, back to her former foster mother. (Click HERE to read my previous post about Greta’s adoption). I was devastated. My kids were devastated. And my husband was devastated. But, it had to be done. We expected it would take time for Greta to adjust to our home and to trust us. The thing about rescue dogs is, you never know what they have been through. And, it saddens me that humans have made Greta the way she is. She’s an extremely loyal and loving companion, but I feel as if she suffers from PTSD. I have two young kids that are loud and wild. Kids that love to bang stuff and chase stuff. For five days, I loved on Greta. She even slept in the bed with us a couple of nights. SWEETEST THING IN THE WORLD. She was quiet for two days before her hound singing began. It was the cutest sight to see her singing. Just like a beagle. She was also a bit of a drama queen, but we found that trait to be one of her quirky charms. Greta was also horribly afraid of the dark. Something must have happened to her at night because she whimpered and yelped every time we tried to take her outside to potty. If you grabbed her collar, she would urinate a tiny puddle wherever she was standing or lying. We were warned about these quirks. She never urinated inside the house, but would hold it all night until early morning when she’d wake us up wimpering. So, we lured her and rewarded her with treats at night. It was like the movie Groundhog’s Day. During the day, she was great but at night she was high-maintence. She was a little scared of men, but would warm up to them the longer she was near them. Greta loved and trusted every single female that came over during that time. There were no signs of bad habits we couldn’t handle or break her of. She was needy, but loving.
On the fifth day, while my kids were napping, she also decided to take a nap on the couch. Since Great had arrived in our house, we had been cuddling with her and laying on the floor with her. Greta would even put half her body on our laps and lay down, if we were sitting on the floor. Like I was saying, though, I believe she has PTSD. While Greta was sleeping soundly on the couch one afternoon, Ricky walked over to her and began petting her. She immediately snapped and bit my husband’s hand. I knew he had probably just startled her, but her bite broke the skin. All my husband and I could think about the rest of that day was, what if one of the kids had been the one to pet her. If it were just Ricky and I living alone in our house, I know we could have broken her of that. She just needed some time to adjust and get to a point where she could trust us. However, since we have two small kids. We decided to make the right, but difficult, decision to return her. We thought it was best for our family. My son, Rush, had been scared of her and was upset we brought home a dog he couldn’t play with. I cried the rest of the day and I cried the day she left. I loved Greta and am glad we could love on her for one whole week. She needs a home that is less chaotic. She needs an owner that can love on her all day and night. At least now, her foster mother will know a better fit for adoption. I’m confident she will find a home. She’s housebroken and so sweet. Just needs time and lovin’. I feel guilty, but rescue dogs need a perfect fit. It was a sad day and everyone was torn up and worn out from the emotional roller coaster we experienced that week. My husband decided to get a puppy that the kids could grow up with; and run around and play with. I was against the idea at first, but then I saw how sad my son was when Greta left (even tho he was scared of her). I’ll let these photographs speak for themselves because I do believe they clearly portray the love we have found for our new addition… Ash. He is a male, merle cocker spaniel that is nine weeks old. He was born a day before my birthday. He’s freaking adorable. He’ll chase after my son. I’ve never seen a bigger smile on my son’s face nor heard louder cackles, while he is being chased. I will, however, never forget Greta nor the joy she brought to my home. I wish her all the best and I’m going to keep checking PetFinder in hopes to read she’s found a home. He’s no rescue, but here is the Ash we have fallen for…
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